Chapter 128

We arrived safe back at the hotel, much to Johnny’s relief. He made us promise not to leave the room without telling him, then said goodnight and went into his room across the way.

“It’s early, only ten o’clock,” Connor said. “What do you want to do?”

“Dessert.”

“Literal, or figurative?”

“Mmmmm. Both.”

So we ordered up room service: a bottle of champagne and a selection of lovely things – the most perfect creme brulee I’d ever tasted, strawberries in whipped cream… and more chocolate.

We sat on the sofa in the main room, lit only by the lights of the city, and alternated between kisses and feeding each other bits of the desserts.

I was tipsy again when I purred suggestively, “Well, we did what I wanted to do… so what do you want to do?”

“Well… we could get that camera and – ”

“NO.”

He laughed. “What was your list again? The list of ‘don’ts’? Nothing painful… nothing degrading…”

“No ‘in through the out door,’” I said.

“I don’t recall movies being on that list.”

“And nothing that can go